
Most of the time, we can’t explain the reasons behind all traumatic events, like the one whom we love dies unexpectedly, natural disasters, child or violence abuses, … that happened around us. In today’s sermon, pastor has summarized two statements about the faith of Christians:
One day, it will all make sense.
For now, I choose to trust Him.
When we meet face to face with Jesus, we’ll fully understand those reasons and everything about the tragedies. Of course, it does not mean that we can avoid the period of sorrow or we are immune of ‘confusion or misery.’ What we can do is ask for the faith and comfort from Him directly in the days of sadness.
At the end of worship, we sang a song called “It is well with my soul.” The below is the description of the writer of this song from wikipedia:
“It Is Well with My Soul” is a very influential hymn penned by hymnist Horatio Spafford and composed by Philip Bliss. This hymn was written after several traumatic events in Spafford’s life. The first was the death of his only son in 1871, shortly followed by the great Chicago Fire which ruined him financially (he had been a successful lawyer). Then in 1873, he had planned to travel to Europe with his family on the S.S. Ville du Havre, but sent the family ahead while he was delayed on business concerning zoning problems following the Great Chicago Fire. While crossing the Atlantic, the ship sank rapidly after a collision with a sailing ship, the Loch Earn, and all four of Spafford’s daughters died. His wife Anna survived and sent him the now famous telegram, “Saved alone.” Shortly afterwards, as Spafford traveled to meet his grieving wife, he was inspired to write these words as his ship passed near where his daughters had died.
It Is Well With My Soul
Click to listen the song here
When peace like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Refrain:
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, with my soul,
It is well, it is well, with my soul.
Though Satan should buffet, though trials should come,
Let this blest assurance control,
That Christ has regarded my helpless estate,
And hath shed His own blood for my soul.
My sin, oh, the bliss of this glorious thought!
My sin, not in part but the whole,
Is nailed to the cross, and I bear it no more,
Praise the Lord, praise the Lord, O my soul!
For me, be it Christ, be it Christ hence to live:
If Jordan above me shall roll,
No pang shall be mine, for in death as in life,
Thou wilt whisper Thy peace to my soul.
But Lord, ’tis for Thee, for Thy coming we wait,
The sky, not the grave, is our goal;
Oh, trump of the angel! Oh, voice of the Lord!
Blessed hope, blessed rest of my soul.
And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,
The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;
The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,
Even so, it is well with my soul.
Lord, please give me this kind of simple faith. I really want to fix my eyes on You; however, I am still vulnerable … When I am in a deep sorrow or I lose all hopes in someday, awaken my spirit with fire and call me to come closer to You, dear Lord. Amen.